sick season, BIG 4

Sick season isn't quite over at our house. The barfovirus left Kevin and Taia alone, but the kids and I are all still coughing from some other crud. I'm very pleased with myself for somehow not turning this last chest cold into pneumonia #4. I've taken a vacation from inhaling Advair... so maybe since my alveoli weren't crippled by the steroid, they were able to put up a fight.

Remy, our moody little ball of concentrated energy, turned four a couple of weeks ago. He's grown from his tiny, 5-pound, 5 weeks premature little self into a confident, effusive "big boy" who's learning phonics and trying to grow out of Pull-Ups. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!